Love, Lust And Lost - Season 1 Episode 79

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Love, Lust And Lost - Season 1 Episode 79

“And what’s that supposed to mean?”

She laughed at him mockingly. Her look wasn’t friendly at all after the dry laugh, it felt as though she would devour him if he should vex her any further.

“Have you ever in one day realize that you are my uncle, or supposed to be my uncle?”

He shook his head spitefully.

“See Mariam, I’m not going to sit here and have you talk to me like that, I won’t accept the disrespect from you.” He placed his left hand on the steering and his right, waved it at Mariam.

“Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha,” she laughed out loud, so mocking it resounded through the roof of the car, she proceeded “you’ve lost that respect already, you’ve lost it.”

Could this be Mariam speaking? A girl who was close to her 14, just that her body had outgrown her age. She was speaking as if she was an adult, a lady of 26 or more. Nah, she was truly one in the sense of it, because her body size betrayed her age and maturity. Maturity anyway wasn’t determined by age or body size.

Her uncle was lost in these thoughts, he was astounded by what Mariam was saying; the courage and determination was fierce.

“You remember I didn’t report to my parent because I know they won’t believe me because I was young then,” as if she were any grown or older than she was before, “now I think it is high time I reported to them.”

The laughter that followed afterwards was maddening. It eve caught Mariam unawares. She looked at her uncle as though he were running mad. Definitely he must be running insane by the look of things, she thought in her mind; her eyes bulged out of their socket.

Why the hell was he laughing even when he was rightly caught in the act and was on the brink of having his image tarnished; his family broken?. What was even funny?

“And you think they will listen to you?” He laughed again as he brought the car to a stop at one side of the road which was deserted because it was a GRA.

“Now you are depicting the true age you are. I thought you were even matured, a bit sensible than your age but I didn’t know you are just a slowpoke, one of the most insensible child I’ve come across in my entire life – even a 5yrs old has common sense than you have.”

Mariam had never been this insulted, she often broke down in tears, though, her tongue was sharp too. She knew how to insult and make people sober to the brink of tears but these were too much for her to shoulder. She felt farminsed, lifeless and about to act up yet she maintained emotions.

“Have you ever in one day think about how much a prostitute you are, a witch and a pig? Look how fat you are, just like a sack of fermented cassava. Who would have even love to molest you? I just wanted to test the `sluttiness’ of yours, b’itch,” he sneered.

“You wanted to disvirgin me; to have your way; to satisfy your selfish desires; to r’ape me!” She said almost sobbing.

“So you are claiming to be a virgin after that boy had reduced your dignity to nothingness.” He continued.

“And that is not true,” she couldn’t hold back the tears. Assuring, she was really the little head she was. Her uncle knew nothing about her yet he was trying to blackmail her and she was shedding tears? That seriously showed how childish she was.

“No, I will tell you what’s true. Listen to me – what is true is that, you are a fat slut who wants every rod in your damaged well.” That wasn’t supposed to be coming out of a uncle’s mouth, more to say her uncle, yet, he continued; was determined to win himself back from the ridicule the lady in`spag’ had washed him with. “Hope you remember how I caught you with someone in a hotel room about some few minutes ago, and how you were fighting with his wife and look at,” he pointed to her top, “your clothe is evident; a proof that I would win the argument in the sight of your parents.”

“And that’s not true too,” she defended.

He guffawed and said in a matter of fact voice; facing where she sat on the left “look at me, look at me very well, I have just told you all that is true and that is the only thing your parents would listen to.” He gave another mocking laughter, rubbed his palm together as though he had won a lottery jackpot and were about feeling his money.

Before he could finish making himself happy, relaxed that he had gotten himself sorted; out of blame, completely innocent of all that had happened to ridicule him – Mariam startled him.

“Look at this,” she smiled at him showing the phone she held.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” He inquired curiously thinking Mariam was about showing her little brain (small child’s brain) again.

“All what we’ve said here is recorded on this phone and I mean all, even the one with your concubine who harassed you at the gate; apart from Hajjiya your wife listening to it, it would get me clean off your blackmails at my parents’; – Goodbye!” She got down from the car and ran backwards to the direction they had been coming from before they parked.

“Come back here Mariam,” he shouted but she didn’t.

When he saw she didn’t answer him, he got down from the car hurriedly, jammed the door, gbam! It sounded as he paced to catch up with Mariam who had taken to her heels.

She stopped a bike at the junction she got to and zoom, the bike took off without knowing its destination; following what Mariam had said “just go,” as she saw her uncle had started running.

He got to the junction panting; held his waist as he saw the bike no more, just unrefined dust. He bit his lips hard and regret why he hadn’t run after her earlier.

Now, what was he going to do, he thought. Hajjiya listening to the recording the brat claims to have was a disastrous storm waiting to release its torrent on him. But how sure I’m I she even has the recording? He asked his thought.

“I will get you,” he snapped his fingers in the air as an idea struck his mind “that is what I must do,” he walked back to his car and drove off.

“Hello guy,” he said as the number he dialled had responded, “omo guy, gbege don shele o.”

“Wetin happen bro?” The receiver said from his end.

“Omo guy, I need your advice now now now!”

“Wetin happen na, explain,” the receiver persisted.

“Guy, this one pass wetin I fit dey talk for phone. Where you dey?”

“I dey Ikoyi Club dey chillax with my crew,”

“Omo, I dey show there now now,” he ended the call and increased gear.

To Be Continued…